She stepped out of the window, and as soon as she did, Butler started talking to me in a whisper.

“Ginny is c-r-a-z-y. Last time she came, she set off the alarm, fell out of the window, and broke her arm,” he growled.

“Well, I don’t really care about what you think, but she seems pretty nice to me.” I protested.

“Well, go ahead. Like Ginny. Do whatever you want to do and think whatever you want to think, but I am here to watch over you and help you and BRING YOU TO DINNER. Let’s go. Your family is waiting, and I will lose my job if you are late.”